She looked at him and smiled, "A friend gave it to me along time ago and I promised him I'd take really good care of it. Speaking of which I should probably call him." He looked at her the way a child looks at a grandparent, when they're telling a story. She couldn't remember a time when someone wanted to hear about her past. It wasn't a very interesting past anyway. It wasn't filled with stories of slaughtering whole families, like some of her friends. There wasn't even a good love story. Just boring stuff about helping the right side win a war.
She smiled softly, "Is that it Johnny?" He looked at the clock, "Yeah Kyra I believe it is." She stood, and headed for the door. She was going home to call him, and sleep. She tried to think of a time when he wasn't one her mind. Tried for a second to remember why he'd left her with nothing but his jacket. She sighed deeply as she walked by a mother pushing her baby. That was something she'd never know the feeling of. She reached her home. It'd been hers for ages, she loved it, but it was big and lonely. She opened the door and there he was. She stopped in her tracks for a second then calmly walked over to him, "What….What are you doing here?" He smiled briefly, "Felt like paying an old friend a visit."
She looked deep into his eyes, "Cut the bullshit Angel. Why are you really here." He laughed, "Always straight to the point with you, huh? I need your help, before the world is destroyed." She sighed heavily, "What is it this time, another war. I don't know if I can help. You told me last time that you never wanted it again." He sighed and crossed his arms, "Kyra this isn't the time to bring all that up. I really need your help. You're the best damn fighter I know." She looked at him, "To you it may not be the time but to me it is. Why is it you only want to talk to me when you need a good fighter? Why don't you go get Buffy or Spike?"
He flopped down on her sixteenth century couch, "Kyra I really don't have time for this. The world is about to end. And I don't have time to deals with your shit." She glared at him, "First of all, don't just flop down on my things, they could break. And secondly, it's not shit. You told me to get out of your life, and I did, and now you bust into my home asking from my help, and you just expect me to look at you all doe eyed and agree. Angel I'm not one of the girls that are head over heels for you. I'm not just going to drop everything and do as you say."
He stood up and walked toward her, "Fine, Kyra be that way. Let the world end." At that he walked out the door. She stood there for a couple of minutes. "Damn you Angel," she half-yelled after him. He knew exactly how to push her buttons. She walked over to the phone, dialed his number, and waited for him to pick up. "Allo," came his sweet British voice. "Tell him I'll do it, but not because he asked me, because I promised them I'd keep the world safe." He lit a cigarette, "Kyra what the bloody hell are you talking about." She sighted heavily, "Angel tell him I'll be there in three days." He took a drag, and laughed, "Angel got off his high horse and went to get your help. This must be bad. Next thing you know he'll be knocking at my door." She looked at the floor, "Yeah I wouldn't put it past him. Just if he does tell him I'll do it." With that she hung up the phone, I still love you, she thought.
She walked into a small room where there was a table with three people sitting at it. She bowed, "You asked to see me." The one in the middle smiled the softest smile she'd ever seen, "Kyra, my child there's no need for you to bow. We've asked you here for a reason. We're going to tell you why you were born. At the beginning of time we knew we'd need someone like you. Someone with your heart. Half-vampire, half-God, someone with the strength to stop what would eventually came. And here you are my child. Born of a vampire and a God with the heart of a hero. There will come a time when a vampire with a soul will ask for your help. You must give it to him or the world will be no more, and everything you've worked for so far will be pointless." She smiled at her, "Yes your greatness, I will do just as you say. I promise nothing will ever happen to this world."
That was in the year 1200B.C. Before everyone quit believing in her father, before her mother was slaughtered. That was her destiny that was what she had to do. She sat in a chair and smiled. She wouldn't fail, she didn't know how. She was born to win, breed to do just this. She slowly stood and headed for the stairs. She reached her room, and headed for the trunk at the foot of her bed. She opened it, grabbed the bag on top, and started filling it with weapons. She grabbed the gun harness, wrapped it around her waist, made sure the strap was buckled then loaded her two .9mms, and headed back downstairs.